Time will seeWe're not searching for a wild excuseTo put emotions back on hold.Too much has gone downWe know what you're doing.But do you feel the same way?You look sharp inside your pointed shoesI have this picture hanging in my room.But I refuse to take you down or shake you down.We could bring you gently roundIf that's what you'd chooseFor a point of view.I think you'll find it's true.These words are like sand, just get blown awayAll the things we'd like to say.